m. l. beals writes about the art of fiction. Occasional jokes.

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Developements

The house we bought has a broken pipe! Which has pushed back the move in date, probably. It depends on whether the folks in charge would like to do their two days work to fix it now, or if they’d like to drag it off until the world ends. Worlds end is currently looking like it’ll win the race.

I haven’t heared back on my rewrite yet for the Triangulation Anthology. I worked the story over pretty dang well, and had my resident sci-fi expert give it a read just to be sure it was the best I could make it, and I considered it perfect enough when I sent it off, but I think the number of worms in my belly grow exponentially with every passing hour.

I’ve really got to stop being so anxious. Or at least stop eating worms.